Love spells suck.
Death cocktail is what the vampires call a witch's blood. A drop will destroy a vampire within minutes. Nikolaus Drake is the rare vampire who has survived his first taste. Now he's on the hunt for the witch who almost brought him to his demise—Ravin Crosse.
A witch who spends her nights hunting vampire tribes, Ravin has three obligations to fulfill to set her soul free. One of those obligations—crafting a love spell for the Devil Himself—twists her world upside down when Nikolaus sucks the spell from her veins. Natural enemies rarely make the best bedfellows—but is it possible their intentions are truly the same? Can Nikolaus's tribe loyalty survive if he surrenders to desires far darker than his own?